I used unexpectedly to experience a consciousness of the presence of God or such a kind that I could not possibly doubt that He was within me or that I was wholly engulfed in Him. This was in no sense a vision I believe it is called mystical theology. The soul is suspended in such a way that it seems to be completely outside itself. The will loves the memory I think is almost lost while the understanding I believe thought it is not lost does not reasonI mean that it does not work but is amazed at the extent of all it can understand for God wills it to realize that it understands nothing of what His Majesty represents to it.
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.